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Friday, February 19, 2016

bowl and spoon

Last night my Found Object poem intent was sidelined by several hours spent with my ailing 16-year-old--we suspect food poisoning. Being awake with her into the wee hours, huddled and cuddled on the fuzzy rug of the bathroom with the blue commode, reminded me of an old poem from her toddler days. It's dated February 14, 2001.

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Sorry to hear Daisy was sick! The last time that happened to me was six months ago or so (Chipotle!). Taking activated charcoal helped a lot. I can just hear a child checking on whether everyone else is asleep, and I love the way you describe her being weightless in the bowl of your body.

Sorry about the suspected food poisoning; glad your daughter had you to be with in the throes of her ups and downs, as in the yesteryear poem...I love the comparison of "heavy with wakefulness" with "weightless in the bowl of my body as sleep lifts her.." The integration of her authentic speech, especially the last two words are very powerful. Beautiful memory for both of you. I can see you gifting her with a memory album someday, including this very special poem. Thanks for sharing a bit of your family life! God bless you.

What a sweet poem. Isn't it interesting how illness makes kids vulnerable and we're taken back to a time when they were little people? (By the way, I really enjoyed your "loaded potato" poem - fun and clever!_